Lost Light

again.
    “Yeah,” I said. “I think you are right.”
    The second time I went into the phone booth and called Langwiser she was available and picked up right away.
    “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah, fine.”
    “Good, you scared me.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “You told Roxanne that you couldn’t be reached. I thought maybe you were in a cell or something.”
    “Oh, sorry. I didn’t think about that. I’m just not using the cell phone still.”
    “You think they are still listening?”
    “I don’t know. Just precautions.”
    “So is this just your daily check-in?”
    “Sort of. I’ve got a question, too.”
    “I’m listening.”
    Maybe it was because of the way I hadn’t told Lindell the whole truth or because of the way checking out Eleanor made me feel, but I decided not to run a play on Langwiser. I decided to simply play the cards I had.
    “A few years ago your firm handled a case. The attorney was James Foreman and the client was BankLA.”
    “Yes, the bank’s a client. What was the case? I wasn’t here a few years ago.”
    I closed the door to the phone booth even though I knew it would quickly get hot in the tiny cubicle.
    “I don’t know what it was called but the other party’s name was Linus Simonson. He worked for the bank as an assistant to the vice president. He took a bullet in the shoot-out during the movie set heist.”
    “Okay. I remember somebody was wounded and somebody was killed but I don’t remember the names.”
    “He was the wounded. The dead guy was Ray Vaughn, chief of security for the bank. Simonson lived. In fact, he only took a round in the ass. Probably a ricochet, if I remember the way the shooting team worked it out.”
    “So he then sued the bank?”
    “I’m not sure if it went that far. The point is he was out on medical for a while and then decided he didn’t want to come back. He got a lawyer and started making noise about the bank being liable for putting him in a position where he was in harm’s way.”
    “Sounds reasonable.”
    “Even though he volunteered to be there. He had helped put the money together and then volunteered to baby-sit it during the movie shoot.”
    “Well, it still was probably actionable. He could make a case for volunteering under duress or -”
    “Yeah, I know all of that. I’m not worried about whether he had a case or not. He apparently did, because the bank settled and James Foreman handled it.”
    “Okay, so where is this going? What is your question?”
    I reopened the door of the booth so I could get some fresh air.
    “I want to know what he settled for. How much did he get?”
    “I’ll call Jim Foreman right now. You want to hold?”
    “Uh, it’s not that simple. I think there was a confidentiality agreement.”
    There was silence from her and I actually smiled while I waited. It had felt good to just come out with what I wanted.
    “I see,” Langwiser finally said. “So you want me to violate that by finding out what he got.”
    “Well, when you put it that way…”
    “What other way is there to put it?”
    “I’m working this thing and he’s come up. Simonson. And it would just help me a lot if I knew how big a chunk of cash the bank gave him. It would help me a lot, Janis.”
    Again my words were met with a long silence.
    “I’m not going to go snooping through files in my own firm,” she finally said. “I’m not going to do anything that could get me in the shit. The best thing I can do is just go to Jim and ask him and see what he says.”
    “Okay.”
    It was better than I thought I would get.
    “The wedge I have is that BankLA remains a client. If you are saying that this guy Simonson might have been part of this heist which lost the bank two million and its chief of security, then he might be inclined.”
    “Hey, that’s good.”
    I had thought of that angle but wanted her to come to it. I started to get jazzed. I thought maybe she’d be able to get what I needed from Foreman.
    “Don’t get excited, Harry. Not yet.”
    “Okay.”
    “I’ll see what I can do and then I’ll call you. And don’t worry, if I have to leave a message on your home number it will be in code.”
    “Okay, Janis, thanks.”
    I hung up and left the booth. On the way back through the market in the direction of the parking garage I passed the cake window and was surprised to see that the baker was there. I stopped for a minute and watched. It must have been a last-minute order because it